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curren$y - got it lyrics

they look up to the..
f-ck boys wonderin..
b-tches know the planes got it
b-tches know the planes got it

[verse 1]
incinerate the streets
the moment that my size 7 bapes graze concrete
every step i take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa
wakin up to chilled mimosas
i do it how a real n-gga supposed to
i obligated myself in ’02
when i seen soulja slim bring that lac truck through
i’m the truth these n-ggas is daffy
duck -ss n-ggas keep quackin
but i can’t hear ya i got a sound proof cabin
roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack -ss album
i got you hot on the street… literally
i’m like yo promo team my lolo green
10 switches in the b-tton for james bond smoke screen
im a hard act to follow
n-ggas need luck better rub that log at the apollo

b-tches know the planes got it
b-tches know the planes got it
and you can’t do a thang about it
b-tches know the planes go it
b-tches know the planes go it
and that ain’t gone change im sorry

[verse 2]
im so sick with it one listen
might have n-ggas coughing n sniffling
my pockets is fatter than peter griffin
green in em like my rollin papers
had a couple n-ggas round me that i know was haters
gave em enough rope to hang themselves that’s how i played em
broke they own necks you see they body swayin
from the ceilings n they mental prisons
closed minds wasn’t open to the fly living
soon they understand that they never stand over my n-ggas
tabulate the statistics
congratulate the victors
we leave lames as air strike victims
im on my sh-t
these karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
im at work in my play clothes
louis luggage on the racks of the range rove
murder on the beat cased closed

- curreny lyrics

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